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Start the night.
Her mouth and tongue were hot and insistent against mine. Just then a camera flashed blue in the corner of my eyes. Great! someone was taking pictures!
Sheniqua gave me that look that made me melt again and we moved to the stove. She pulled me towards her, hand creeping under my short skirt. I felt her narrow fingers hesitate as they reached the huge gap in my tights, before navigating expertly to stroke my pussy through my panties.
“This is too…public” I murmured breathlessly in her dark chocolate ear.
“Let’s go in the bathroom!” She pulled me into the narrow bathroom before I could decide if I wanted to protest, pressing me up against the wall under a shower of kisses.
In one move she swooped down and pulled my tights and panties down around my ankles.
Her breath kissed my second lips before her mouth. I clutched the sink with both hands to steady myself as her tongue avidly and expertly licked every inch of my pussy!
I gasped for breath as fireworks shot off inside my head and my legs trembled in my heels.
She raised up for a moment to turn me around, grabbing me by the hair. She hesitated a minute when the wig came off my head into her hand before rotating me firmly and licking me avidly from the back.
She brought me around again to the front and I bent around her as she ate, body folded in half and hands caressing her apple-sized tits.
I never thought I could hold myself in that position while wearing heels but I stayed standing as she rocked my world up down and sideways! Finally she raised up and pressed her mouth against mine, the rich sweet delicious taste of my sex filling my senses!
“I wanna fuck you so bad” She moaned throatily, thrusting her hips at me–and there was no doubt that if she had a strap she’d be putting it on me in that moment!
She found a position on my thigh, rubbing her clit against it. I rocked in rhythm with her pleasure. “Oh! I wanna cum!” She called out, energy washing back and forth between us as first a ripple then a torrent of pleasure ripped through her body.
She leaned against me for a minute as we caught our breath.
“Here,” she said, stepping away from me as I pulled up my panties and bad-ass fancy fishnets, “Put on your wig.”
Start the night.
The squat Latina angel flounced in, her white leotard hugging every curve and white tulle skirt barely covering her spandex bottoms. Not a good look for her, I thought, quietly bemoaning the loss of the tomboy who greeted me at the door.
It was picture time, and I posed with the ladies. Looking back at the pictures, I towered over thick and juicy Gina and the small boned narrow Sheniqua. Adelina was a dwarf in front of me at under 5′.
Sheniqua posed for one picture with her thick booty pressed against my crotch, bouncing in time to the music. I matched her rythm along gamely. Was she?…naw!
She rolled another joint and pulled me into the porch doorway to smoke it–and–standing close to me as she was–she gave me that look. That look. That smile that says: I want you!
I just about melted into it, smiling involuntarily back.
But..wait…isn’t she straight?
She smiled at me, deeper and unmistakably direct. The look of a player.
She’s straight alright–a straight stud!
I thought as she leaned in to kiss me.
Just a little something to tide you over till I write again. (I don’t really know if this pic is British, it just looks it somehow.)
Start the Night, or
Start with our First Date.
Warning, the pic at the bottom is EVEN LESS safe for work than this one:
I went to give her a hug goodbye. She flashed me that shy, sweet smile, her eyes sparkling out from rather serious glasses.
She hugged me back briefly–and then threw me onto the bed!
Straddling me, she pinned my arms expertly over my head.
“You’re coming back to me, aren’t you?” she demanded, voice thick with desire, her hips grinding against me. Her physical presence overpowered my senses.
“Y-yes,” I gasped, barely able to speak, “I’m coming back to you”
“I didn’t say you could talk!” Her hot hand slammed down on my mouth, pushing my head slightly to the side. I can not even describe how much that turned me on.
“Are you my new little bitch?” She asked, rubbing fiercely against me.
Unable to talk, my whole boy trembled a delicious Yes! I’m your little bitch!
She stripped first my shorts then my shirt off me, binding the tank effortlessly around my wrists. Then she put the gloves on…
“You’re my dirty girl, aren’t you?” she commanded darkly, stroking my pussy with her fingers.
“Y–yes..” I started to say, but her hand slammed back down on my mouth.
“I didn’t say you could talk!”
“You’re my dirty girl, aren’t you?“She repeated.
I’m your dirty girl! every inch of my body trembled in silent ecstatic response. I was aware of the rapey overtones of this encounter–but why did it feel so good? Why did she need to dominate me so completely? And–why did I like it?
Her hips gyrated against mine, and I thrust back.
“I didn’t say you could move!” I desperately tried to will my body to stillness even as her fierce kisses and the press of her flesh against mine drove me crazy.
“Close your mouth!” She told me, then shoved her ample breast into my mouth.
I sucked with the desperation of a newborn baby.
“Slow down” she laughed. “I know what you want...you want, you want me to lick your pussy.”
She leaned over in the bed so her perfect round ass was by my face and engulfed my pussy in her hot, wet mouth.
Her tongue worked magic on my clit, sending me into a barely controlled frenzy as a I came again and again.
Sun raised up off of me, pressing her lips hotly on mine, sharing the sweet saltiness.
Under the heat of her gaze, I felt naked. Naked and vulnerable like I never had before.
“You’re so beautiful!” She marveled. I felt too naked to be beautiful--naked beyond not wearing clothes. “You’ve been good, baby, you can use your hands.”
But I did not want to be good, I wanted to be bad so she could punish me more.
Sun released my hands and I cupped her full breasts as we kissed.
That only lasted a minute or two, and then she had me tied up and blindfolded, kneeling in front of her wide open legs at the edge of the bed.
“I want you to lick it” She said, grabbing me by the hair. I had a brief, rueful thought about my dental dam as she pressed my face into her pussy–but hey, master’s orders!
Sun’s pussy-lips were sweet and delicious as I worked them with my mouth and tongue…seeking out the pearl of her clit from the soft, elongated flesh of her labia. Soft moans escaped her mouth along with something that sounded suspiciously like:
“I could be your girlfriend”
I licked and sucked until finally an earthquake rocked through her body, and, quivering, she pushed me away.
After a moment, Sun took off my blindfold. I stared, dazed, at her beauty.
“It’s time to go home now.” She informed me solemnly.
“I’m not done” Sun said pointedly, “But it’s late. I want you to go home and touch yourself while you think of me.” She admonished.
“I, I will…” I gasped, still not compose-mentis, trying to locate my clothing.
“Go home now–” She laughed a little. “I don’t want your mother to hate me already!”
“You want to meet my mother?
“Well, I’m going to have to eventually–you already met my son”
Part 3 of Too Many Dudes.